milliways_bar | Entries tagged with arnold

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold is a kid of simple tastes.

That's why, when he enters the bar--and it's been a while, so it's kind of exciting--he doesn't go have a look at the Window or the fish in the fireplace or even the inexplicably Scottish back yard.

No, he goes directly to the bar itself and orders up a bowl of Sugar Chunks cereal. Seems routine wins out even in the bar at the end of the universe.

a1enzo

Enzo is sitting on a sofa by the fire this evening, wearing a somewhat incongruous woolly hat. It's not like he needs it in his natural form, but it's kind of comfy, and it actually keeps some of the fire's heat away from his brain.

There are a few wrapped boxes at his feet. Christmas may technically be over, but some people were busy at home (as they should be) on the holiday itself. He'll leave their gifts with Bar if he needs to, but it's always more fun to present in person.

a1enzo

Enzo is sitting at the bar with a slim volume—an actual, paper book—in his hands and an expression of mild but continual bewilderment on his face. It's interested bewilderment, though, and every so often he'll laugh at something.

After a while, he demands of no one in particular, "What in the 'Net is a humbug, anyway?"

A bowl of mints appears on Bar's surface. He stares at it in consternation.

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold is sitting at a table in the bar, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

...Hey, look. The day that a kid can't just enjoy a bowl of cereal on a whim is a sad day indeed.

[ooc: Car keys for

themiscyradiana, open to all.]

noteful

[OOM-but-not: After a short sortie to survey the baseball field . . . it's post-game party time!]

[OOC: Post-game party is open to all and forever. Have fun!]

noteful

[Play Ball!]

[OOC: The link above takes you to the beginning of the Milliways Baseball game. From there, everything is linked in sequence, or you can hop around looking for your friends and relations. Spectators are still welcome. Later this evening, there will be a link to the post-game party, and everyone is invited.]

thursdays_angel

[OOM: Out on the baseball diamond, the End of the Universe Enigmas get acquainted.

And drink Kool-Aid. But not in the scary way.]

[OOC: Some threads still in progress.]

thursdays_angel

Today is the big day. Team Sign-Up Day.

Castiel has arranged his table very carefully. The sign-up sheet is front and center, with three ballpoints lined up to the side. His own pen (the tiny Mounties floating lazily along the Rockies) and red notebook are within easy reach; he wants to be able to jot down questions to pass on to Meg.

And he has a sign. Bold black marker on neon blue poster board. Castiel has never heard the adage, Brevity is the soul of signage. And he had quietly delighted in writing something of his own composition.

Baseball Team Sign-Ups

Sixteen to twenty people or beings are needed to play a game of baseball.

Players who sign up will be divided into two teams by the casting of lots. Lists will be posted.

The game is for fun. You do not need to know how to play. Rules will be provided.

He'd enjoyed the sign making so much that he had made three extras. Sanskrit on hot pink. Russian on bright yellow. And Mandarin on fluorescent green. All four are taped to the edge of the table.

Castiel waits. Expectantly.

[OOC: Please see this Back Room post before tagging. Plot-locked to baseball muns.]

rotwood_reaper

[OOM, arguably pre-canon: If fate is a millstone, we are the ones that make it turn.]

The door opens to admit a dark-haired slip of a girl in black. From the look of her, this may not be where she was expecting to find herself. Somebody may want to clear that up.

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Ashley McIsaac, "Wingstock"

a1enzo

There is a dragon outside!

It's a small dragon, which is to say, it's about the height of a tall human... at the shoulder. It is just flying in from the mountains, gliding (mostly) majestically over the trees.

Come admire his reptilian grace! Ask for a ride, if you're not too heavy!

Or bring him some food. That would be very welcome, too.

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Crossover Episode]

Arnold is a little blue today.

...No, literally. He's also unusually 3D. He's enjoying being a sprite, even though he knows he'll have to let Enzo change him back to normal soon so he can go home.

At any rate, he's sitting at the bar, enjoying a Mainframe-style energy shake. Come ask him how his impromptu world-hopping vacation went!

[ooc: By the powers of Millitime, this OOM and this ep are backdated to the beginning of May.]

a1enzo

[[Millitime note: For Enzo, it's very shortly after this, i.e. sometime last week. For you, goodness knows. Like it matters here.]]

Enzo's gotten taller again. But even if he hadn't, you might think he had.

Dani finally came back. And he told her what he did. And she still loves him.

He feels taller. He feels the proverbial ten feet, not just an extra inch and a half.

Of course, he's making it up in altitude. Spritechild in the rafters, practising a combination of gymnastics, martial arts footwork, and general exuberant nuttiness. If he loses his balance, he may land in your sandwich. We apologize in advance.

{tinytag: Hey Arnold!}

Current Mood: ecstatic

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

In the spirit of this pup, we're keeping the EP dialogue to a minimum.

Matrix.
Several drinks of the mildly intoxicant kind. For a sprite.
Two binary burgers the size of a five pin bowling ball. One half-eaten.

No company.

Wanna provide the last item?

[The Tiny Tags Must Be Random: Artemis Gordon]
[Hey Tiny Tag!: Hey Arnold]

Current Mood: blank

a1enzo

Yesterday's talk with Cal was very helpful, and both of them were cheered up by the end.

That couldn't last, though. This isn't an easy, straightforward problem. He's still tangled up inside; exams are over, a small mercy, but he's feeling more than enough fresh wretchedness to counter that.

And he has to deal with it.

The mask is still on his wall. His roommates would ask questions if he took it down. And, code, it's still so tempting, but at the same time he doesn't want to be anywhere near it, to have it staring at him...

Too many people, he has found, make him feel guilty and paranoid. He needs peace and quiet. His own peace and quiet, not... Anyway. Not a lot of that on campus, except in the tunnels (off limits, bad idea for an extended period, and gloomy besides) and his room (out of the question).

The treefort is vacant right now. It'll do.

{tinytag: Hey Arnold!, Broghan, Adrian Mole}

Current Location: hiding inside a giant tire swing

27_53

He is watching, tonight.

This is not new.

He is attempting an 'experiment' that he could not attempt in his own world.

This is new.

He is sitting on a chair that has been turned around backwards, facing a table. He is dressed in jeans, but no shirt. His wings are tucked neatly against his back, and he's resting his chin on his folded arms.

He is watching, tonight.

[tiny tag conducting an experiment: skellig]
[tiny tag with a black hat: ben wade]
[tiny tag trying to walk the dog: hey arnold!]

[ooc: open until i say it's not, and he's botherable. if you need more description, see the userinfo.]

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold didn't expect to end up in a half-realized magician's getup when he stepped into the bar, but...

Well, at least it's not a banana suit. The hat is pretty styling, the bowtie has class, and the trailing coattails are only a little annoying.

Thus: There is a football head sitting at the bar, admiring his new shoes and chuckling at the way his coattails hang off of the seat.

Completely and totally botherable; in fact, come ask him about that traditional-looking white-tipped magician's wand he just pulled out of his pocket. Maybe it'll do something interesting if he waves it!

[tiny foolish tag: Hey Arnold!]

a1enzo

Milliways, Enzo fancies, feels different without Dani. Emptier, even when it's bustling. Or maybe it's just him. He still doesn't feel as wretched as he always thought he would, but there's a sort of hollowness.

Of course, Milliways also feels different through a layer of heavy velvet. This is a new one.

Oh, well. At least it brings out his eyes.

{tinier-than-usual tag: Cal Chandler
tiny magical tag: Hey Arnold!}

try_corsets

A few days ago Bar was reminded of an argument and that, while she clearly has a fondness for pirates, the exception to the rule is one Captain Elizabeth Turner. Therefore, when said Captain Turner arrives, turns a haughty eye on a wait rat and approaches Bar with her mind on a hot meal, there's no question who will be pressed into service tonight.

The first note on a napkin informs Elizabeth of this. "I think not," is her reply.

Another napkin replaces the first. Elizabeth's affronted, annoyed expression becomes a cold little smile. "Actually, I think you'll find through further study that I was not to blame."

A flurry of napkins explodes from Bar, a few making it high enough to flick Elizabeth's face. Some are covered in writing; others display very expressive stick figures. The images of Jack are especially detailed. Elizabeth is quick to ascertain the nature of the information thus displayed and gathers up the napkins, angrily stuffing them down her black sleeve.

"Very well, I'll do it. And I'll have a barrel of rum for my crew when I'm finished," she informs the beastly piece of furniture.

Bar produces one last napkin that says We have an accord and helpfully supplies Eddie's drink book. Ignoring both, Elizabeth purses her lips and writes the following on the board:

Tonight's Special

RUM

She dusts the chalk off her hands and turns to face the room, head held high, looking as if she had meant to be there all along. What can the pirate surreptitiously shredding napkins into the trash get you, Milliways?

[Tiny piratical tags: Jane Austen, Arnold, Dinah Lance]

a1enzo

Sprite kid at the Bar, playing the guitar. Currently practising a favourite User song of his. (Despite being of Earthly origin, in some ways it has a comfortably cyberspatial feel. Mostly the title.)

♫My eyes dilate, my lips go green...♫ Okay, so that line loses a little impact when it's Enzo singing it.

[[OOC: Enzo's got some plot impending, so this is last call for angst-free threading! Open until Wednesday.]]

{tinytag: Hey Arnold!, Jerry Lukacs}

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold is sitting on a couch by the fire, absently balancing a basketball on one finger.

Every now and then, when the spin on it slows down, he smacks it to get it going again.

He looks kind of bored.

[tiny athletic tags: Hey Arnold, The Old Firm, Thirteen]

ami_imperfect

As she comes down for breakfast this morning, Dani's none too surprised by the sudden appearance of a few strands of beads around her neck and the replacement of her usual stocking cap with a sparkly jester's hat.

"Heh. Cool." She hops up on a stool and asks, "Can I get a waffle and some orange juice, please?"

The waffle that appears is chocolate chip and topped with a generous amount of whipped cream, with a lit candle sticking out in the middle. Written on the napkin that shows up next to the plate are the words Happy 14th Birthday, Danielle!

Dani grins and blows out the candle. "Thanks for remembering."

[tiny tag of Nicktoons meeting: hey arnold!]

ofthefamily

Carlisle comes in with a mission. Sort of; he tried his best to not decide how exactly he would go about this until he arrived in Milliways.

The blond man in the lab coat (still white, despite constant commentary by the nurses that he should tie-dye it) moves to the bar with a sealed envelope.

"I was told I could leave a note with the bar for Dr. Tam," Carlisle speaks to nobody in particular.

The envelope includes a business card from his current hospital residency, a copy of his hospital ID, and a ( short note. )

For the moment, Carlisle chooses a seat somewhere close to the Observation Window.

[tinytag: carlisle cullen]

[ooc: Closed to new threads unless interested in quasi-immediate slowtime. Other concerns, please ping 'stephmuji'.]

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold isn't terribly surprised to find himself in the bar tonight. He takes a seat at a table, orders a good old American hamburger from a waitrat, and sits back to consider his night.

He's dressed up in a nice suit (complete with bowtie) and has in his hands a single red high-heel. Child-sized, in case anyone is wondering.

He looks very...reflective. Introspective.

Lonely, maybe.

[tiny love-spurned tags: Hey Arnold, The Old Firm, Pomona, Thirteen, Bella Moriarty, Billy Kaplan]

a1enzo

The green kid is outside, on a clear, flat area of grass, shuffling around aimlessly.

At least, it seems aimless until you notice that his feet are moving in a pattern, and he's counting under his breath.

"One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three..." Forward, side, together, forward, side, together, back, side, together, forward, turn, together...

thursdays_angel

There is a man in a trench coat, sitting at a table near the middle of the bar.

Not eating. Not drinking. Not reading. Not working. Just watching the world go by.

The view isn't as good from here, but the waitrats have gotten impatient with him for standing in the middle of the heavy traffic areas.

[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

[Mun has brainspace for about 4 or 5 threads.]